VI. Triumph over Death, Job xix. 25—27.

1 GREAT God, I own thy Sentence juft;

And Nature must decay:

I yield my Body to the Duft,

To dwell with Fellow-Clay.

2 Yet Faith may triumph o'er the Grave,
And trample on the Tombs:

My Jefus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes.

3 The mighty Conqu❜ror fhall appear
High on a Royal Seat,

And Death, the last of all his Foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his Feet.

4 Tho' greedy Worms devour my Skin,
And gnaw my wafting Flesh,
When God fhall build my Bones again,
He clothes them all afresh:

5 Then fhall I fee thy lovely Face
With ftrong immortal Eyes,
And feaft upon thy unknown Grace
With Pleasure and Surprise.

VII. The Invitation of the Gospel: or, Spiritual Food and Cloathing, Ifa. lv. 1, &c.

ET ev'ry mortal Ear attend,

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And ev'ry Heart rejoice;

The Trumpet of the Gofpel founds
With an inviting Voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry starving Souls
That feed upon the Wind,

And vainly ftrive with earthly Toys
To fill an empty Mind.

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd
A Soul-reviving Feaft,
And bid your longing Appetites
The rich Provifion tafte.:

4 Ho! ye that pant for living Streams,
And pine away and die

5

;

Here you may quench your raging Thirft
With Springs that never dry.

Rivers of Love and Mercy here
In a rich Ocean join;

Salvation in Abundance flows,

Like Floods of Milk and Wine.

6 [Ye perishing and naked Poor,
Who work with mighty Pain
To weave a Garment of your own,
That will not hide your Sin;

7 Come naked, and adorn your Souls
In Robes prepar'd by God,

Wrought by the Labours of his Son,
And dy'd in his own Blood.]

8 Dear God! the Treasures of thy Love
Are everlasting Mines,

Deep as our helplefs Mis'ries are,

And boundless as our Sins!

9 The happy Gates of Gofpel-Grace

Stand open Night and Day;

Lord, we are come to feek Supplies,
And drive our Wants away.

VIII. The Safety and Protection of the Church,
Ifa. xxvi. 1-6.

HOW honourable is the Place

Where we adoring stand;

Zion, the Glory of the Earth,

And Beauty of the Land!

2 Bulwarks of mighty Grace defend
The City where we dwell;

The Walls, of ftrong Salvation made,
Defy th' Affaults of Hell.

3 Lift up the everlafting Gates,
The Doors wide open fling;
Enter, ye Nations that obey
The Statutes of our King.

4 Here shall you taste unmingled Joys,
And live in perfe& Peace;
You that have known Jehovah's Name,
And ventur'd on his Grace.

5 Truft in the Lord, for ever trust,
‘And banish all your Fears:

Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells,
Eternal as his Years.

6 What tho' the Rebels dwell on high,
His Arm shall bring them low:

Low as the Caverns of the Grave

Their lofty Heads shall bow.

7 On Babylon our Feet fhall tread

In that rejoicing Hour;

The ruins of her Walls shall spread

A Pavement for the Poor.

IX. The Promises of the Covenant of Grace,.
Ifa. lv. 1, 2. Zech. xiii. 1. Micah vii. 19.
Ezek. xxxvi. 25, &c.

N vain we lavish out our Lives

IN

To gather empty Wind;

The choiceft Bleffings Earth can yield

Will starve a hungry Mind.

2 Come, and the Lord fhall feed our Souls
With more fubftantial Meat;
With fuch as Saints in Glory love,
With fuch as Angels eat.

3 Our God will ev'ry Want fupply,
And fill our Hearts with Peace;
He gives by Cov'nant and by Oath
The Riches of his Grace.

4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted Souls,
And wash away our Stains,

In the dear Fountain that his Son
Pour'd from his dying Veins.

5 [Our Guilt fhall vanish all away,
Tho' black as Hell before;
Our Sin shall fink beneath the Sea,
And shall be found no more.

6 And left Pollution fhould o'erfpread
Our inward Powers again,

His Spirit fhall bedew our Souls
Like purifying Rain.]

7 Our Heart, that flinty ftubborn Thing,
That Terrors cannot move,

That fears no Threat'nings of his Wrath,
Shall be diffolv'd by Love :

8 Or he can take the Flint away,
That would not be refin'd,

9

And from the Treasures of his Grace

Beftow a fofter Mind.

There fhall his facred Spirit dwell,

And deep engrave his Law;
And ev'ry Motion of our Souls
To fwift Obedience draw.

10 Thus will he pour Salvation down,
And we shall render Praife;
We the dear People of his Love,
And He our God of Grace.

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X. The Blefedness of Gospel Times: or, The
Revelation of Chrift to Jesus and Gentiles,
Ifa. v. 2, 7, 8, 9, 10. Matt. xiii. 16, 17.

OW beauteous are their Feet

Ho

Who ftands on Zion's Hill!

Who brings Salvation on their Tongues,
And Words of Peace reveal!

How charming is their Voice!
How sweet the 'Tidings are!